After Black Lotus became a reborn person, he went completely crazy

The next day, the sky was clear and blue, like a huge sapphire, inlaid with cotton-like clouds.

Today is a good day for traveling. Xia Ran went to the brigade to get a certificate and went to the police station to officially change her name.

At this time, the name can be changed easily, as long as there is proof. Of course, people also routinely asked why the name was changed.

Xia Ran said that he wanted to get rid of those feudal habits and change his name to a new one to represent rebirth from the ashes, hoping to have a good start.

Later on, it was only after she went to college and applied for a second-generation ID card that she changed her name from "Xia Yindi" to "Xia Ran".

When I was in junior high school and high school, the teacher called me "Yin Di", "Zhao Di", "Tuo Di", "Lai Di" and so on. Everyone responded in unison and didn't think there was anything wrong with the name.

After leaving her hometown and going out, she saw more and knew more, and then she understood what these names represented. Changing her name was her second struggle against fate.

The first struggle was to insist on going to school and taking the college entrance examination.

The fat lady who was doing the stamping glanced at Xia Ran with a look that said she was just sitting there with nothing to do. But she still stamped the document with a reluctant "click".

The new household registration book was issued. Jianguo was gone, so his household registration information should have been cancelled. But before leaving, Xia Ran changed his mind and decided not to cancel it.

Just keep it, to remind her that this person once existed. Someone once said that death is not the end, but being forgotten is.

Xia Ran asked for a new ID card on the spot, and the fat lady's attitude improved a little. Then she paid the money, took photos, and filled in the information.

After agreeing to come back to pick it up after a while, Xia Ran left. She remembered that the first generation of ID cards seemed to have been issued since 1984.

But in remote areas like where I am now, many people can never leave the county in their entire lives, so there is no need to apply for it.

The government has also come forward to promote it, but the first thing that people think of is whether it is practical or not, and whether it costs money or not.

When they heard it, they thought it was not practical and would cost money, so only a fool would go. Since they could not convince the people, the higher authorities just let it go.

You have to go in person to apply for it. For those who are older, cannot ride a bicycle, or do not have a bicycle at home, it is very troublesome to go out.

Therefore, no one would go out of their way to apply for it, and the villagers usually use the household registration booklet. Only those migrant workers who need to leave the county or even the province will apply for it.

There is a market today and there are quite a lot of people there. The whole tone of the street is khaki and it is bustling with people. Basically, all the things being sold are agricultural products that are produced and sold by the farmers themselves.

I strolled down the street and bought some things. There were handmade straw hats made of wheat straw, straw curtains, and newly woven backpacks. These were what I needed at the moment.

She bought a few more straw mats and planned to hang them in the newly built shed. They can block wind, mosquitoes and the sun.

I also bought some fresh fruits from an old farmer.

They also have dried apricots that they sun-dried themselves. Xia Ran tried them and found them very delicious, sweet and sour. She took them home, washed them, and used them as snacks.

She also bought some sweet almonds. She remembered that people said on the Internet that sweet almonds can whiten the skin. She didn't know if it was true, but she had already bought some and decided to take them home to try.

I strolled to the end of the street and found someone selling mafu, a local specialty. In my original memory, this stuff was especially delicious.

Xia Ran had never seen or heard of this thing before. He sniffed it closely and found it tasted good, within his acceptable range. So he bought some and planned to cook it at home.

After returning home, the first thing I did was to mix the dough and let it ferment. I was afraid that it would ferment too slowly, so I lit a fire in the stove, boiled some warm water, and placed the dough bowl on the water to speed up the fermentation.

Just as I finished, Jingwazi came in jumping around.

"Madam, where have you been today? I've come here several times, but you're never here."

"What's wrong? Do you miss me or the delicious food I made?"

The yellow-haired girl smiled shyly: "I want both, I want both."

He pulled her unruly little curls and smoothed them out, then continued, "Auntie, Old Man Yang came to my grandmother's house this morning."

Xia Ran asked: "When did you come?"

"I don't know, probably a while. I only found out after hearing about it from others..."

Since the last incident, Old Man Yang has become famous in Chenjia Village. People who don't care about it, like Xia Ran, just call him an old bitch.

People who are particular about this simply call him Old Man Yang, a title that only belongs to Yang Juan's biological father. This old man will not get up early unless there is profit, and his coming must mean that there will be new excitement to watch.

Therefore, the villagers were particularly sensitive to this matter and wanted to know the latest news. When they saw Jingwa playing on the roadside, they tricked this little undercover back to her grandmother's house to help everyone get the news.

The child is young and can't keep secrets, so he will answer any question he asks. The key is that many adults think that children don't know anything, so they don't take precautions, let alone be on guard.

What they didn't know was that Jingwazi was young but had a good memory. Even if she didn't quite understand some words, she could still repeat them word for word.

Sure enough, this kid would not disappoint people: "Auntie, didn't you say you would not leave? I heard Old Yang whisper to my third mother that your mother has already chosen a man for you. There are three kids in the family. They also have a Yin-Yang master, who is as powerful as my grandfather Qi, and can chant scriptures, play the Luoluo and drums..."

Or is it following the path of my previous life? Haha, I didn't expect that I would be related to that family even though I didn't plan to get married in this life?

"Madam, what is matchmaking? Old Man Yang said that this new man was someone he asked someone to matchmake for him."

So that's it, so that's it! A surge of anger and hatred rushed straight to my head, and I wanted to kill this bastard and destroy the world.

Xia Ran lost control for a moment, as if, just now, it wasn't just her emotions that were causing trouble? Could it be that the original owner's consciousness was still there?

This shouldn't be the case. Maybe the original body was too hateful. After hearing about the enemy and culprit of the previous life, did the remaining emotions revive?

She said in her heart that she, Xia Ran, would make this old man die a miserable death! This inexplicable anger and hatred slowly dissipated.

No wonder every step taken by the original body in the previous life seemed to be the result of her own choice, but every step was beyond her control. It seemed that it had been planned by others and she had to move forward.

It seems that my last punishment was not thorough enough, it was too minor. It seems that the other party has not given up, and I have to do something big...